by Ari Collins
Last thing you want is to wake last night's girl, so you keep the light off for your midnight kitchen trip. You explained the mess with "I just moved," but after five years it takes no thought to dodge the furniture in darkness. The fridge light illuminates the chair where her purse no longer sits.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Midnight Snack
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